Our Generation Poem by Alece Woosley

Our Generation



Pardon my enfity
Exuse my youth
We have found shelter in being obtuse

We hold our own
And no one's else
We make a bed for ourselves

Grown up with lack of trust
No happiness for us
The American Dream is rust

Friday, June 29, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: america
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